A woman appears on screen, appearing to be in her late thirties and quite attractive. She is sitting on the floor.
Well, if it isn't little brother Santos. I've finally tracked you down.
She smiles with languid patience, in a way that reminds vaguely of a predator.
We've missed you here on Crete. Things haven't changed much, though father has been very sick this year. The manor is quieter without you around, that's for certain.
She pauses, idly reaching a hand up to run through her artfully tousled hair.
Well, I for one am just a touch curious as to what exactly you've been doing these past few years. I tracked your name to this personal account, but you're mysteriously... absent from most public records. I dearly hope you didn't manage to get your little self killed.
Anyways, if you do get this... you should comm me back. I've missed you so very much.
She turns to the camera, curving her lips into a pout, but her eyes still glitter with clear determination. After a short pause, she cuts the connection.
As sassy as ever, I see. Some day you'll get into trouble that you can't charm or punch your way out of.
[He frowns.]
Father will get better. Padre's got enough testosterone in him to choke a bear, I wouldn't worry too much. What I'm more worried about is...well, this transmission.
Everyone else has written to me from time to time...except you. You were always the sly one, and I haven't forgotten that, at least. So...after nearly four years...why now? What are you after? And you know that an act won't fool me, I know you well enough, sister.
[He laughs shortly.]
Whatever the reason be, I'm happy to see you. Family needs to stick together, right? Unfortunate that father decided to do what he did. But taking a bull by the horns always has a price, sometimes you'll get off with a scratch, sometimes with a torn nutsack. What's done is done.
How are the corsairs doing? You're still flying in that old squadron of yours, right?
I'm sure by now you have stories to tell nearly as crazy as the ones I used to bring home. I'm sure you remember.
Sofia appears on screen, her eyes still glowing with intent focus.
Little Santos, you think me so... manipulative.
She slowly curves her lips into a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
Si, things have been much the same on Crete. I have been flying among the Stradioti mostly, for that's where the credits are these days. It's a shame really, as it keeps me away from home for too long. Perhaps we can say that is the reason I never commed you...
She laughs, a light musical sound that echos for a long moment before she speaks again.
Well, Santos, here is the thing. I would like to see you again, and speak face-to-face about a... private matter. And I would also very much like to hear about the business you are doing with this... Order of yours. Perhaps these things are related, but perhaps not. Don't you wish to find out?
Si, I would like to meet with you, little brother. I am stationed at Leon at the moment, perhaps we can meet somewhere in that area?
Either way, I so dearly look forward to hearing from you.
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